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A whisper in the wind
A shadow on the wall
We're more than you or I
So capture me again
With the winning words
That you so easily spit
Seven times the seven years
And all you found of us is lost
The broken dreams echo strong
In Shakespeare's tragic world
It visits down on this curse
Leaving the last shadow of dust
What have we then but memories
Broken hands and no clock
We used to think that our timeless ways
Would carry us through till dawn
All in all I've lost the flame
And my curse you carry well
I warned you at the start of me
About my demon's grip
But you lost your mind; your heart and soul
To a castle paradise; a world you could'nt reach
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Your poem definitely captured my attention, I think it's great from the beginning to the end.
"And all you found of us is lost
The broken dreams echo strong"
"About my demon's grip
But you lost your mind; your heart and soul"
